BOUND (Tanzanian Twilight)
Sunset in the dust-rise Of the cattle coming slow Across the desert plain Before the herdsman With his son and mother Bound From the stream returning Past the silence of the grinding mill Turned off A whisper in the air To the fire Those dotted fires Spread out and rising To the falling of the night Pink to purple haze Then dark… This evokes a longing It has wedded me My heart to them forever At home and quiet This unified motion of grace The smile upon their face